shift of focus.


i miss making good, solid music that thrills me to the bone.


one night of indulgence leads to a cascade of leaves to rake up.
harmless unless accumulated, with long-standing repercussions.


we should never be afraid to die.
so come on.


fingers on an interface, pick one.
rose, maple, ivory, steel.
getting lost, drown.
attempts, few and far between.


i'm willing to pay so much more for good customer service.
there, your price discrimination opportunity.
dont let this become a thing of the past.


for once, i dont want lyrics here
i want a melody, a deserving tune.

perfection at 7:01 PM